michael christopher
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Falling Bombs
“I surprised myself - it was all true. For so many years, there was a voice in the back of my head - one of the normal ones, not one of the… different ones. It told me “You’re crazy, you know that?” I tripped and fell down the rabbit hole in March of 2002 - that was the year that everything began to make sense to me. I was off to a slow start, of course, because before I became a conspiracy researcher, I was an extremely skeptical asshole. I knew that the world was run by liars and criminals, but I simply thought it was because the wrong people were in charge.
Silly me.
I know now that problems are a human condition, that corruption is not the result of “one too many greedy people” - because any person is one person too many, when it comes to greediness. We are all greedy. Mother Theresa was greedy, because she craved heaven so much she was willing to suffer, and to help others suffer for it. The Pope - well, that’s a no-brainer. The Vatican is one of the richest states in the world, and they tell people in Africa to stop wearing condoms because it goes against God’s will. Africa, one of the most impoverished continents on the planet, being told to keep fucking and getting AIDS by one of the richest, whitest institutions in human history. Isn’t it funny that so many people still buy it?
I guess I’ve always been a smart one - at least, quicker than others, if still entirely susceptible to bullshit. We are all susceptible to bullshit. Most experts are only experts are researching bullshit. Government scientists are the biggest bullshit pushers of all. I knew this. I was disillusioned, disenchanted, atheistic, and I didn’t know what to make of anything. How had the fucking world come to be so horrible? How had so many mistakes been made, and how had the legacies of those mistakes been preserved for so long, and in fact glorified? How is that rich people who throw a dime to a starving wino actually think they’re being good people and doing a good thing for the world?
One of my girlfriends named Alicia - who is probably dead now, along with 80% of the global population (likely more) - once told me “I don’t think people are obligated to spread out their wealth. People earn their wealth, and people who don’t have any wealth can simply earn it for themselves.” “That’s funny,” I replied, “what about babies who starve to death at two years old?” She didn’t know how to respond, but her left-brain was working in it’s usual way and she managed to (somewhat shamefully) pull out the “Blame it on their parents argument.” Yes, always blame it on someone else. The children should blame their parents for letting them starve, and not the rich bastards who had caused their nation to become impoverished as well.
Of course, arguments like this were alien to Alicia. She had never met a starving African child. Neither had I, for that matter. It didn’t dilute my compassion however. I know what causes global poverty - fucking rich people cause it. They always have. You can only be rich when someone else doesn’t have as much as you - otherwise we’d all be equally wealthy. There are all kinds of arguments for and against socialism and I largely don’t concern myself with such ridiculous abstract concepts. Who cares about socialism and capitalism? I care about starving children. I don’t care about how they’re fed, I just want them to be fed. And people who bitch and moan and complain about feeding those children are very likely the same people who are helping starve them to death in the first place.
Humans have always exalted themselves. The lucky ones, the ones born in nice countries with somewhat nice families and nice bank accounts that they inherit from nice dead grandparents - those people have to make a lot of lofty excuses. The excuses usually range from “It’s not my problem,” - one of the least lofty excuses - to “It’s their problem,” one of the loftier ones. The latter is a good argument because these sociopath socialites have all kinds of reasons, some of which are well-thought out and others of which are not (most of which aren’t), and these reasons are used almost like weapons against the psychological threat of the guilt and shame that they should be feeling.
It’s fun to go buy a brand new house - or a second one, or a third one. It’s really fun to have a basement garage with twenty to thirty cars that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a piece. It’s not fun to starve to death in the Sahara desert, or to contemplate people starving to death in the Sahara desert. However, doesn’t it make perfect sense? How else can you exalt your own wealth if you don’t make others a party to your crime? Over time the wealthy socialites realized that the only way they were going to kill compassion was by sharing their own greed with everyone.
And it’s only natural of course, because in our genetics lies a deep fear of poverty. When we see these people in other countries, we think “Thank God we aren’t like them,” and then we change the channel. Some of us pray for them, and some of us do a lot more, but most of us simply don’t do anything. We don’t even think about it. We don’t try to change the minds of others, because in the Western world, that is a dangerous game. To actually go around trying to change things makes you a target, and in the Western world, where money rules all, targets are quite easy to hit. Wealth can buy perfect accuracy.
And so America and Europe and everything in between simply ignored things. At least the public did. I’m sure that the wealthy socialites did their best to help maintain and groom and domesticate this ignorance. They had always done a good job.
Things just didn’t make sense to me. And that’s when I heard a conspiracy researcher on the radio. His name was Gordon Levitt, and everything he said made perfect sense to me. I remember listening to him one morning while at my job - a horrible factory job in a steel mill, assembling parts for cars. Cars that helped destroy the planet. Yes, I was doing my part in wreaking havoc as well, so it was a little hypocritical of me to complain myself, but I felt like at least I was aware of the problem whereas others actually viewed the problem as a blessing from God.
Gordon Levitt said many things on that day that rang true to me, that seemed to pull all of the puzzle pieces together. “This world is run by a group of elite families,” he had started, and although now that I’ve become extremely familiar with the world of conspiracy research and know that this concept is one of the most cliché conspiracy topics out there, at the time it was startlingly new to me. Something that I had never considered before. Of course, I knew it didn’t I? The royal families of Europe made no secret of the fact that they shared a power alliance. It was just “common knowledge” that their power wasn’t real. In elementary school, I was told that the Royal Family of England could be easily thrown out of power if they had ever challenged the authority of the British Parliament.
I find that to be quite funny now, because it’s obvious who is really in charge of things. Or at least, who really was in charge of things. Before the bombs fell. But I’ll tell you about all that in a little bit.
“These families have run the world for centuries,” Levitt said. Something about his initial statement had simply hooked me like a fishhook. I had gone from not paying attention to the radio, not really caring what was being said, to being instantly energized and I became attentive immediately. “They wrote the Bible, they wrote the Quran, they wrote the Old Testament thousands of years ago… the Bible tells us who they are,” he had gone on. “They are the thirteen lost tribes of Israel. But they’re not lost and they never have been. These bloodlines have been taught to believe in each generation by the previous one that God gave them the right to rule over this planet, and they really believe it.” I knew it was true. I don’t know how. I felt like my spirit was ringing again - for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. I heard a calling. I heard something for the first time whispering faintly into my ears, “Listen, this part is important.”
“Their Holy books allude to them, and the fact that they are so old actually convinces these people that they have a divine right to rule over us and to punish us.” The radio host - a rather stupid man named Gary “Pig Guy” Jackson (yes, he really referred to himself as Pig Guy on the radio) - asked “So who are these people?” I wondered why someone like Gordon Levitt was on a radio show run by Pig Guy, buy I assumed he was just making the rounds onto all the radio stations to promote some book or another. He was, but I never read the book and I forget what it’s title was. I did my own research shortly after and came to a lot of conclusions, but Gordon Levitt was only the starting point and not particularly a favored guru of mine.
“Well, for one, you have the royal families throughout all of Europe. Also a lot of rich American bloodlines, oil tycoons and bankers… the banking industry is the favorite method of control of these families,” he stated. That made sense to me. I heard a loud click in my mind. “Everyone loves money, and this is how they rule the world. They hold that money in front of people like a carrot on a stick, and people will do anything to get that carrot, especially if they’re starving. They will kill, maim, and sometimes even cannibalize their own family members. I mean that literally and symbolically. They create a false reality of scarcity when in reality we don’t have any scarcity on this planet. We could feel all six billion people right now if we wanted to, but instead we just have greedy nations and families hoarding away the food or worse, intentionally wasting it. Can you believe in America we have an initiative to turn corn into fuel when there are starving people in our own country? Why wouldn’t we just feed them that corn? Why? I ask you, why?”
I knew why, and I didn’t know why. The left-side of my brain said “We can’t feed them the corn because it’s not practical, we have to stop carbon emissions, we have to stop pollution to save the planet.” The right side of my brain said “Then you can stop driving and making cars and worry about more important things, like feeding people.” These two sides of my brain were constantly at war, which is of course a typical human condition.
Gordon had gone on about the families and I was burning to go home and research him more. When I got home, I was sorely disappointed with what I found. Mr. Levitt also believed that these families were actually aliens and that they had come here to colonize the earth thousands of years ago. He didn’t mention this on the radio of course, because Pig Guy only had an audience of people who would have changed the station the second that they heard the two words “extra” and “terrestrial” in conjunction. And I would have too, back then.
For a year, I was reminded randomly throughout my life with various synchronicities of what Mr. Levitt had said on Pig Guy’s morning show. I didn’t care for the aliens bit, but somehow I still knew he was right about the royal families. They really did run things, didn’t they? They always had. And why is it that all religious books seem to place the moral and spiritual authority in the hands of these people? Why is it that we are told to submit to the laws of our nations, to give unto Caesar moneys owed, to give in without question? Submission was the key word. All of those books said to submit. I had never agreed with any of them, because they all explicitly promote human sacrifice and murder, but somehow others had found a way to believe that the dark gods they were worshiping which emanated within these books were actually gods of love and peace.
How can a god promote peace while at the same promoting warfare? How can God say “Thou shalt not kill,” and then say “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live?” It made no sense to me, and whereas others were in favor of coming up with extremely long, ridiculous explanations to bridge these contradictions, I simply saw them for what they were and are: contradictions. Contradictions that make no sense. Contradictions that reveal that religious people don’t worship gods at all, they worship books written by long dead warlords who were smart enough to know how to brainwash large populations of people.
So for a year, not much happened except I would occasionally reflect that Gordon had been right about at least one thing.
Then in the Fall of 2003, I saw my first UFO. It was not something I was looking for, and it is probably the strangest thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I was lying in a field, just looking up at the stars - one of my favorite hobbies. I looked at the bright red star at the burning at the edge of the Orion constellation, wondering what it would be like to live on a planet orbiting that strangely colored ball of light. Then, simply out of nowhere, it disappeared. I stared up, wondering what had happened to it - there were no clouds out tonight, at least not that I could see. Then a silver disc had formed in front of it, and I a circular pattern along the bottom of the disc were orbs of lights of multiple colors. There were seven in all - red, orange, yellow, green, sky blue, indigo and a deep violet, and they pulsated rhythmically. I don’t know how long I stared at that thing - it could have been hours. I remember I stared for a long time, amazed, unsure that I was not hallucinating.
I awoke the next morning in the field when a young boy was shaking me awake. “Mister,” he asked. “Are you okay?” I shook my head and sat up, and didn’t say anything for a moment as he continued to stare at me. What a strange dream I had had, and I then dozed off in the field and slept there all night… this was not something I had ever done before and it seemed entirely unlike me.
I left that field and went home, then took a real nap in my bed for about four hours. When I woke up, I contemplated the incident and wrote in my journal about it. I had never had such a vivid dream before in my life.
I saw a UFO one other time before the bombs fell. Now I see them all the time, and I’m not the only one. Anyone who is left alive can see them, and they hover up in the sky unmoving day and night, just strobing their strange lights. I don’t know why. They don’t land, they don’t move, they don’t talk to anyone, they just hang there in the sky.
The second time I saw one (before the bombs) was in Washington D.C. in 2006. I was staying in a hotel room - my first book had already come out, and it was called “Secrets of the Secret” - a silly, presumptuous title, but one that at least made me a top-ten best-seller, which is strange for a conspiracy researcher. Unlike Mr. Gordon Levitt, I stuck to the entirely human and terrestrial aspect of conspiracy theories. Other researchers liked to talk about shape shifters, immortals, aliens, and some even talked about ant-people. Yes, ant-people. Who lived under the earth. Maybe they’re real, but I’ve never met one.
That night as I stood on the balcony of my Hilton hotel room, I was looking up at the half-cloudy night sky watching the large puffs float across the sky and as one moved out of the way, leaving the night clear behind it, it revealed the same type of saucer that I had “dreamed” about so many years ago, hanging there in the sky and hovering. As I stared at it for a moment, I began to become lost in the strobing, and then it had simply faded out, disappeared, almost turned into static before ceasing to exist entirely. Or more likely, it had simply turned invisible.
In my second book, “The Right-Hand of God” I did not mention aliens either. In fact, I was afraid to mention that I had seen a UFO or that I was starting to believe that perhaps Gordon Levitt had been right. I knew I would be laughed at and discredited and that my source of income would dry up rather quickly. It occurred to me that it was part of the plan, that these elite families would of course ridicule anyone who figured out what was really going on. There was of course another explanation - that these things were government craft, and they were messing with me specifically in order to make me go crazy and to help me discredit myself.
That is a thoroughly likely possibility, however it is one that I have about as much evidence for as I have evidence that the aliens really do exist.
All of this ceased to matter last October of 2009. That was six months ago. That was when the bombs fell.
The first one fell in London. It was a nuclear bomb and it nearly destroyed the entirety of England. While the world was reeling, while the news cameras were soaking up as much human misery and tragedy as they could to broadcast out in the world, a second nuclear bomb had gone off in New York City. Then, twenty-three minutes later, one had gone off in Tokyo. Then Moscow. Then no one knows where the next one went off, because there were no more news stations. The panic had started. Everyone knew it was the end, that everything that they had ever feared was happening. I saw men and women running through the streets screaming “REPENT!” and I saw people cutting off their own body parts in the streets, holding them up to the sky and shouting “Forgive me! Forgive me, Father!”
The things I saw that day were far more insane than seeing a flying saucer hovering in the sky and strobing rainbow lights.
I saw a mother throw her baby out of a fourteen story high-building - she threw it from the top story. She shrieked out into the air something unintelligible, and then she leaped herself out after the child and came within twenty feet of ending my own life. I ran, and I ran for a long time. I talked to no one. I knew there was nowhere to hide, at least not from the bombs, but I had to hide from the maniacs running around in the city. At the time, I was in San Francisco. The shit had truly hit the fan.
I don’t know what day it is, or even what month. I just know it’s been roughly six months. I don’t know why I am writing this down, and I’m sorry that the story is so vague. I wish I could give you more details, but sadly I guess I didn’t live long enough to get them myself, and I suppose it doesn’t really matter. The bombs were going to go off anyway, right? Even those families can’t hide now… or perhaps they were hiding before they set off the bombs. Perhaps the bombs were just set off by religious extremist terrorists. I have no way of knowing this.
What I do know is that when I go outside at night, I still see that damned saucer hovering in the sky and strobing it’s lights, but it does not come down and offer aid of assistance. It also doesn’t vaporize anyone. I don’t know why it’s there. Perhaps it’s just observing us destroy ourselves, perhaps we are just a lesson to some other planet, perhaps they are recording the destruction and they will show the video in their strange distant schools to their young ones to remind them not to act like human beings.
Perhaps. But I have no way of knowing.
The only thing I know is that none of it ever mattered. Nothing I cared about ever mattered. When I wanted to help those starving people, when I wanted to reveal the families that were running things, when I wanted to snap people out of the dream - none of it mattered.
Because the bombs still dropped.
-Mark, 2010"
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from here without my expressed written permission is against the law.
The electronic documents posted here are the intellectual property of Michael Christopher Thompson II. Copyright 2009.
Falling Bombs
“I surprised myself - it was all true. For so many years, there was a voice in the back of my head - one of the normal ones, not one of the… different ones. It told me “You’re crazy, you know that?” I tripped and fell down the rabbit hole in March of 2002 - that was the year that everything began to make sense to me. I was off to a slow start, of course, because before I became a conspiracy researcher, I was an extremely skeptical asshole. I knew that the world was run by liars and criminals, but I simply thought it was because the wrong people were in charge.
Silly me.
I know now that problems are a human condition, that corruption is not the result of “one too many greedy people” - because any person is one person too many, when it comes to greediness. We are all greedy. Mother Theresa was greedy, because she craved heaven so much she was willing to suffer, and to help others suffer for it. The Pope - well, that’s a no-brainer. The Vatican is one of the richest states in the world, and they tell people in Africa to stop wearing condoms because it goes against God’s will. Africa, one of the most impoverished continents on the planet, being told to keep fucking and getting AIDS by one of the richest, whitest institutions in human history. Isn’t it funny that so many people still buy it?
I guess I’ve always been a smart one - at least, quicker than others, if still entirely susceptible to bullshit. We are all susceptible to bullshit. Most experts are only experts are researching bullshit. Government scientists are the biggest bullshit pushers of all. I knew this. I was disillusioned, disenchanted, atheistic, and I didn’t know what to make of anything. How had the fucking world come to be so horrible? How had so many mistakes been made, and how had the legacies of those mistakes been preserved for so long, and in fact glorified? How is that rich people who throw a dime to a starving wino actually think they’re being good people and doing a good thing for the world?
One of my girlfriends named Alicia - who is probably dead now, along with 80% of the global population (likely more) - once told me “I don’t think people are obligated to spread out their wealth. People earn their wealth, and people who don’t have any wealth can simply earn it for themselves.” “That’s funny,” I replied, “what about babies who starve to death at two years old?” She didn’t know how to respond, but her left-brain was working in it’s usual way and she managed to (somewhat shamefully) pull out the “Blame it on their parents argument.” Yes, always blame it on someone else. The children should blame their parents for letting them starve, and not the rich bastards who had caused their nation to become impoverished as well.
Of course, arguments like this were alien to Alicia. She had never met a starving African child. Neither had I, for that matter. It didn’t dilute my compassion however. I know what causes global poverty - fucking rich people cause it. They always have. You can only be rich when someone else doesn’t have as much as you - otherwise we’d all be equally wealthy. There are all kinds of arguments for and against socialism and I largely don’t concern myself with such ridiculous abstract concepts. Who cares about socialism and capitalism? I care about starving children. I don’t care about how they’re fed, I just want them to be fed. And people who bitch and moan and complain about feeding those children are very likely the same people who are helping starve them to death in the first place.
Humans have always exalted themselves. The lucky ones, the ones born in nice countries with somewhat nice families and nice bank accounts that they inherit from nice dead grandparents - those people have to make a lot of lofty excuses. The excuses usually range from “It’s not my problem,” - one of the least lofty excuses - to “It’s their problem,” one of the loftier ones. The latter is a good argument because these sociopath socialites have all kinds of reasons, some of which are well-thought out and others of which are not (most of which aren’t), and these reasons are used almost like weapons against the psychological threat of the guilt and shame that they should be feeling.
It’s fun to go buy a brand new house - or a second one, or a third one. It’s really fun to have a basement garage with twenty to thirty cars that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a piece. It’s not fun to starve to death in the Sahara desert, or to contemplate people starving to death in the Sahara desert. However, doesn’t it make perfect sense? How else can you exalt your own wealth if you don’t make others a party to your crime? Over time the wealthy socialites realized that the only way they were going to kill compassion was by sharing their own greed with everyone.
And it’s only natural of course, because in our genetics lies a deep fear of poverty. When we see these people in other countries, we think “Thank God we aren’t like them,” and then we change the channel. Some of us pray for them, and some of us do a lot more, but most of us simply don’t do anything. We don’t even think about it. We don’t try to change the minds of others, because in the Western world, that is a dangerous game. To actually go around trying to change things makes you a target, and in the Western world, where money rules all, targets are quite easy to hit. Wealth can buy perfect accuracy.
And so America and Europe and everything in between simply ignored things. At least the public did. I’m sure that the wealthy socialites did their best to help maintain and groom and domesticate this ignorance. They had always done a good job.
Things just didn’t make sense to me. And that’s when I heard a conspiracy researcher on the radio. His name was Gordon Levitt, and everything he said made perfect sense to me. I remember listening to him one morning while at my job - a horrible factory job in a steel mill, assembling parts for cars. Cars that helped destroy the planet. Yes, I was doing my part in wreaking havoc as well, so it was a little hypocritical of me to complain myself, but I felt like at least I was aware of the problem whereas others actually viewed the problem as a blessing from God.
Gordon Levitt said many things on that day that rang true to me, that seemed to pull all of the puzzle pieces together. “This world is run by a group of elite families,” he had started, and although now that I’ve become extremely familiar with the world of conspiracy research and know that this concept is one of the most cliché conspiracy topics out there, at the time it was startlingly new to me. Something that I had never considered before. Of course, I knew it didn’t I? The royal families of Europe made no secret of the fact that they shared a power alliance. It was just “common knowledge” that their power wasn’t real. In elementary school, I was told that the Royal Family of England could be easily thrown out of power if they had ever challenged the authority of the British Parliament.
I find that to be quite funny now, because it’s obvious who is really in charge of things. Or at least, who really was in charge of things. Before the bombs fell. But I’ll tell you about all that in a little bit.
“These families have run the world for centuries,” Levitt said. Something about his initial statement had simply hooked me like a fishhook. I had gone from not paying attention to the radio, not really caring what was being said, to being instantly energized and I became attentive immediately. “They wrote the Bible, they wrote the Quran, they wrote the Old Testament thousands of years ago… the Bible tells us who they are,” he had gone on. “They are the thirteen lost tribes of Israel. But they’re not lost and they never have been. These bloodlines have been taught to believe in each generation by the previous one that God gave them the right to rule over this planet, and they really believe it.” I knew it was true. I don’t know how. I felt like my spirit was ringing again - for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. I heard a calling. I heard something for the first time whispering faintly into my ears, “Listen, this part is important.”
“Their Holy books allude to them, and the fact that they are so old actually convinces these people that they have a divine right to rule over us and to punish us.” The radio host - a rather stupid man named Gary “Pig Guy” Jackson (yes, he really referred to himself as Pig Guy on the radio) - asked “So who are these people?” I wondered why someone like Gordon Levitt was on a radio show run by Pig Guy, buy I assumed he was just making the rounds onto all the radio stations to promote some book or another. He was, but I never read the book and I forget what it’s title was. I did my own research shortly after and came to a lot of conclusions, but Gordon Levitt was only the starting point and not particularly a favored guru of mine.
“Well, for one, you have the royal families throughout all of Europe. Also a lot of rich American bloodlines, oil tycoons and bankers… the banking industry is the favorite method of control of these families,” he stated. That made sense to me. I heard a loud click in my mind. “Everyone loves money, and this is how they rule the world. They hold that money in front of people like a carrot on a stick, and people will do anything to get that carrot, especially if they’re starving. They will kill, maim, and sometimes even cannibalize their own family members. I mean that literally and symbolically. They create a false reality of scarcity when in reality we don’t have any scarcity on this planet. We could feel all six billion people right now if we wanted to, but instead we just have greedy nations and families hoarding away the food or worse, intentionally wasting it. Can you believe in America we have an initiative to turn corn into fuel when there are starving people in our own country? Why wouldn’t we just feed them that corn? Why? I ask you, why?”
I knew why, and I didn’t know why. The left-side of my brain said “We can’t feed them the corn because it’s not practical, we have to stop carbon emissions, we have to stop pollution to save the planet.” The right side of my brain said “Then you can stop driving and making cars and worry about more important things, like feeding people.” These two sides of my brain were constantly at war, which is of course a typical human condition.
Gordon had gone on about the families and I was burning to go home and research him more. When I got home, I was sorely disappointed with what I found. Mr. Levitt also believed that these families were actually aliens and that they had come here to colonize the earth thousands of years ago. He didn’t mention this on the radio of course, because Pig Guy only had an audience of people who would have changed the station the second that they heard the two words “extra” and “terrestrial” in conjunction. And I would have too, back then.
For a year, I was reminded randomly throughout my life with various synchronicities of what Mr. Levitt had said on Pig Guy’s morning show. I didn’t care for the aliens bit, but somehow I still knew he was right about the royal families. They really did run things, didn’t they? They always had. And why is it that all religious books seem to place the moral and spiritual authority in the hands of these people? Why is it that we are told to submit to the laws of our nations, to give unto Caesar moneys owed, to give in without question? Submission was the key word. All of those books said to submit. I had never agreed with any of them, because they all explicitly promote human sacrifice and murder, but somehow others had found a way to believe that the dark gods they were worshiping which emanated within these books were actually gods of love and peace.
How can a god promote peace while at the same promoting warfare? How can God say “Thou shalt not kill,” and then say “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live?” It made no sense to me, and whereas others were in favor of coming up with extremely long, ridiculous explanations to bridge these contradictions, I simply saw them for what they were and are: contradictions. Contradictions that make no sense. Contradictions that reveal that religious people don’t worship gods at all, they worship books written by long dead warlords who were smart enough to know how to brainwash large populations of people.
So for a year, not much happened except I would occasionally reflect that Gordon had been right about at least one thing.
Then in the Fall of 2003, I saw my first UFO. It was not something I was looking for, and it is probably the strangest thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I was lying in a field, just looking up at the stars - one of my favorite hobbies. I looked at the bright red star at the burning at the edge of the Orion constellation, wondering what it would be like to live on a planet orbiting that strangely colored ball of light. Then, simply out of nowhere, it disappeared. I stared up, wondering what had happened to it - there were no clouds out tonight, at least not that I could see. Then a silver disc had formed in front of it, and I a circular pattern along the bottom of the disc were orbs of lights of multiple colors. There were seven in all - red, orange, yellow, green, sky blue, indigo and a deep violet, and they pulsated rhythmically. I don’t know how long I stared at that thing - it could have been hours. I remember I stared for a long time, amazed, unsure that I was not hallucinating.
I awoke the next morning in the field when a young boy was shaking me awake. “Mister,” he asked. “Are you okay?” I shook my head and sat up, and didn’t say anything for a moment as he continued to stare at me. What a strange dream I had had, and I then dozed off in the field and slept there all night… this was not something I had ever done before and it seemed entirely unlike me.
I left that field and went home, then took a real nap in my bed for about four hours. When I woke up, I contemplated the incident and wrote in my journal about it. I had never had such a vivid dream before in my life.
I saw a UFO one other time before the bombs fell. Now I see them all the time, and I’m not the only one. Anyone who is left alive can see them, and they hover up in the sky unmoving day and night, just strobing their strange lights. I don’t know why. They don’t land, they don’t move, they don’t talk to anyone, they just hang there in the sky.
The second time I saw one (before the bombs) was in Washington D.C. in 2006. I was staying in a hotel room - my first book had already come out, and it was called “Secrets of the Secret” - a silly, presumptuous title, but one that at least made me a top-ten best-seller, which is strange for a conspiracy researcher. Unlike Mr. Gordon Levitt, I stuck to the entirely human and terrestrial aspect of conspiracy theories. Other researchers liked to talk about shape shifters, immortals, aliens, and some even talked about ant-people. Yes, ant-people. Who lived under the earth. Maybe they’re real, but I’ve never met one.
That night as I stood on the balcony of my Hilton hotel room, I was looking up at the half-cloudy night sky watching the large puffs float across the sky and as one moved out of the way, leaving the night clear behind it, it revealed the same type of saucer that I had “dreamed” about so many years ago, hanging there in the sky and hovering. As I stared at it for a moment, I began to become lost in the strobing, and then it had simply faded out, disappeared, almost turned into static before ceasing to exist entirely. Or more likely, it had simply turned invisible.
In my second book, “The Right-Hand of God” I did not mention aliens either. In fact, I was afraid to mention that I had seen a UFO or that I was starting to believe that perhaps Gordon Levitt had been right. I knew I would be laughed at and discredited and that my source of income would dry up rather quickly. It occurred to me that it was part of the plan, that these elite families would of course ridicule anyone who figured out what was really going on. There was of course another explanation - that these things were government craft, and they were messing with me specifically in order to make me go crazy and to help me discredit myself.
That is a thoroughly likely possibility, however it is one that I have about as much evidence for as I have evidence that the aliens really do exist.
All of this ceased to matter last October of 2009. That was six months ago. That was when the bombs fell.
The first one fell in London. It was a nuclear bomb and it nearly destroyed the entirety of England. While the world was reeling, while the news cameras were soaking up as much human misery and tragedy as they could to broadcast out in the world, a second nuclear bomb had gone off in New York City. Then, twenty-three minutes later, one had gone off in Tokyo. Then Moscow. Then no one knows where the next one went off, because there were no more news stations. The panic had started. Everyone knew it was the end, that everything that they had ever feared was happening. I saw men and women running through the streets screaming “REPENT!” and I saw people cutting off their own body parts in the streets, holding them up to the sky and shouting “Forgive me! Forgive me, Father!”
The things I saw that day were far more insane than seeing a flying saucer hovering in the sky and strobing rainbow lights.
I saw a mother throw her baby out of a fourteen story high-building - she threw it from the top story. She shrieked out into the air something unintelligible, and then she leaped herself out after the child and came within twenty feet of ending my own life. I ran, and I ran for a long time. I talked to no one. I knew there was nowhere to hide, at least not from the bombs, but I had to hide from the maniacs running around in the city. At the time, I was in San Francisco. The shit had truly hit the fan.
I don’t know what day it is, or even what month. I just know it’s been roughly six months. I don’t know why I am writing this down, and I’m sorry that the story is so vague. I wish I could give you more details, but sadly I guess I didn’t live long enough to get them myself, and I suppose it doesn’t really matter. The bombs were going to go off anyway, right? Even those families can’t hide now… or perhaps they were hiding before they set off the bombs. Perhaps the bombs were just set off by religious extremist terrorists. I have no way of knowing this.
What I do know is that when I go outside at night, I still see that damned saucer hovering in the sky and strobing it’s lights, but it does not come down and offer aid of assistance. It also doesn’t vaporize anyone. I don’t know why it’s there. Perhaps it’s just observing us destroy ourselves, perhaps we are just a lesson to some other planet, perhaps they are recording the destruction and they will show the video in their strange distant schools to their young ones to remind them not to act like human beings.
Perhaps. But I have no way of knowing.
The only thing I know is that none of it ever mattered. Nothing I cared about ever mattered. When I wanted to help those starving people, when I wanted to reveal the families that were running things, when I wanted to snap people out of the dream - none of it mattered.
Because the bombs still dropped.
-Mark, 2010"
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